Life goes on. A third chickie has become our dinner, and his bones are in the freezer ready to make stock. He was still small-ish (bigger than the first two, but smaller than any of the adults) but had also begun crowing, so it was into the pot with him. His demise was only slightly less traumatic than the first. Partner dispatched him.
|Typical kale leaf|
|Drying fragrant rose petals|
|Willow arch, leading from patio to lawn|